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Title: Team Building
Characters: Jack/Ianto/Tosh/Owen/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, orgy and all that entails
Spoilers: none
Summary: PWP, for the prompt: orgy, Jack/entire rest of the team, bonus points if it's a "team-building exercise" post-'Countrycide' to make Ianto feel more included, and ends with a jack/ianto moment
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor make any money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: Written for touchyerwood kink meme.

            Jack watches the team, his team, from the upper catwalk. They have come a long way in the last few months, learning to function as a unit. But, despite recent events, one member of the team has still not been fully accepted. Ianto has already begun to fade into the background again, overlooked by the others. After Lisa and the threat he brought into the Hub, after the cannibals and his bravery, Ianto has been allowed to slip back into the shadows. This cannot stand.

           “I hope everyone packed a toothbrush and pajamas,” Jack calls out. “We’re all sleeping here tonight. Think of it as a team building experience.”

“A slumber party? Are you serious, Jack?” Owen is the first to question.    

           “Why not?” Jack challenges, aiming for authoritative but bordering on pouting.

           “We’re not a bunch of teenage girls, for one. And your last team building sleep-over almost got us all killed,” Ianto supplies, joining the conversation.

           “Well, this will be different.” Jack asserts. “We’ll be staying in the Hub this time. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Will you be requiring a detailed list, sir, or shall I just summarize the most likely disaster scenarios for you?” Ianto replies, cutting off Owen’s response.

“Ha ha, very funny. We’re doing this. Ianto, you go find the sleeping bags. I’ll go make the cocoa and popcorn.”

“I’ll go sort the morning doses of Retcon,” Owen mumbles, almost under his breath.

“Sir?” Ianto asks. “Perhaps you should find the sleeping bags and I’ll make the snacks. It’s probably safer for all involved that way.”

“Good point,” Jack replies. As he passes Ianto on the stairs he leans in close and whispers, “I don’t know what you’re complaining about. You were planning to sleep over anyway.”

“True, but having everyone else here will make things…awkward.”

“It doesn’t have to be awkward,” Jack teases.

“I’ll just have to take your word for that, sir.”

“Oh, you’ll take more that my word before---“

“Jack,” Ianto warns, ending the conversation at least for the moment.

Two hours, three large pizzas, a bucket of popcorn, and enough cocoa to send a diabetic into sugar shock later, everyone has relaxed into the evening. Jack’s attempts to engage everyone in any type of structured activity have failed spectacularly and Gwen’s attempts to start a game of truth-or-dare have been unanimously rejected. Instead, they have talked and laughed, telling stories of Torchwood and their lives before, and, in the end, Jack decides that this is probably better than any preplanned exercise in trust and teamwork he had downloaded from the internet. After all, a group with this many IQ points between them was unlikely to be stymied by anything short of the apocalypse, and even that would only be a passing worry.

So, Jack finds himself sprawled out on the sofa, with Ianto on one side and Tosh on the other. He watches Owen and Gwen, not quite as discreet as they think they are, cuddling together on the floor. Leaning in close to Ianto’s ear, he whispers quietly, wanting Ianto’s consent before he does anything, “Can I invite the others to play?”

Ianto looks up at Jack for a moment, not immediately understanding what Jack is asking. When he does figure out what the question is, he does not understand why Jack would bother to ask him. This is just the sort of thing that Jack is always talking about in his stories, and Ianto knows that they have never agreed to any kind of exclusivity. In a way, though, he is touched that Jack did ask. Ianto gives Jack a nod, then leans back against his shoulder.

Ianto expects Jack to make an inappropriate proposition or to tell one of his stories to try to get things started. He expects that the others will reject the idea immediately, leaving him in the enviable position of having been open to the idea, but not actually having to follow through. He is, therefore, surprised when he finds Tosh’s bra dropped in his lap and Jack leaning in to kiss her.  

“Uh, Jack?” Ianto asks, “How did you…?”

“Practice, my boy, years of practice,” Jack responds, still leaning towards Tosh. Owen and Gwen have moved slightly apart, still on the floor, watching Jack intently.

Ianto shifts on the couch, angling himself towards Jack while simultaneously moving further away. Jack growls, reaching back to cup a hand on the back of Ianto’s neck and pulling him into a kiss. “Get back over here. I said this was a team building exercise, and you are definitely part of the team. I want to watch you and Toshiko.”

“Oh. Is that okay with you, Tosh?” Ianto asks, looking around Jack. When she nods he leans across Jack, gently cups her cheek, and kisses her softly.

Jack scoots forward and off the edge of couch, bringing both Ianto and Tosh with him onto the sleeping bags spread out on the floor. Ianto ends up sprawled over Jack’s lap with his face in Tosh’s lap.

“You’re all wearing too many clothes,” Jack comments, urging Tosh to shimmy out of her panties and Ianto to rise up enough for Jack to slide a hand underneath to work on buttons and zippers. “You, too,” he tells Owen and Gwen.

Jack reaches over to rub one of Tosh’s nipples between his fingers while kissing her lips as Ianto begins to kiss, lick, and suck at her clitoris. As Jack pulls back, he lands two quick swats on Ianto’s upturned arse, causing the younger man to buck his hips forward and bring their hardened members into contact through the fabric of Jack’s trousers.

Jack beckons Owen and Gwen closer. He gets Gwen to lie back and Owen to kneel between her legs. Owen uses his hands and tongue on Gwen as Jack fists Owen’s cock in the same rhythm that Ianto is thrusting into Jack’s lap.

Tosh comes first, her orgasm quiet but powerful, her thigh muscles tensing as she pushes Ianto away from suddenly over stimulated flesh. Focusing entirely on rubbing against Jack’s lap, Ianto quickly follows. Jack quickens the pace of his hand on Owen as Owen grazes Gwen’s sensitive flesh, bringing them to completion simultaneous. Jack tenses and bucks his hips up once against Ianto, still limp across his lap, before he comes in the clothes he has still not removed.


Jack comes out of his office, having changed into clean pants and trousers, to find Ianto on the catwalk, watching the others sleep below.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Jack asks softly, wrapping his arms around Ianto’s waist and pulling the younger man into a hug.

“Nothing. I just…never mind.”

“You know you can tell me anything, Ianto.”

“I know. I just…wasn’t comfortable with…that,” Ianto says, making a vague gesture encompassing the entire room.

“You weren’t comfortable having an orgy with your team mates?”

“No,” says Ianto, staring at the floor.

“I asked if you were okay before we started,” Jack reminds him.


“And you said it was okay.”


“So, what’s the problem?” Jack asks.

“I didn’t think they’d actually…do it,” Ianto says.

“So you only said ‘yes’ because you thought they’d say ‘no’?” Jack asks.


“You’re an idiot,” Jack chides gently.

“What?” Ianto asks.

“Ianto, if you don’t want to do something just say you don’t want to do it. Anyone in that room, including you, could have stopped the whole thing at anytime,” Jack says.

“I know. But I didn’t want to spoil your fun.”

“Ianto, this isn’t just about me, you’re important and you have an equal say in everything we do. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and I don’t want to pressure you in to anything. That’s why I asked you first. I need you to tell me if you aren’t enjoying yourself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just tell me what you want now. How can I fix this?”

“Can I serve Retcon with the morning coffee?”

“If you think it’ll help,” Jack says. “Although, just once I’d like one of these exercises to end with everyone’s memory intact. Maybe next time.

Date: 2010-06-06 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Woohoo orgy! That much closer to closing page six!

Date: 2010-06-06 05:51 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-06 02:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
love that he asked Ianto first (even if it slightly backfired for Ianto there)... and the last line makes me wonder just how often Jack has done this particular team building exercise ;)

Date: 2010-06-07 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I figure as often as he can get away with it, this being Jack.

Date: 2010-06-07 09:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Great stuff :)

Date: 2010-06-08 05:28 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-09 01:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
why am I thinking that retcon might be getting a fair bit of use? :-)
This has happened before hasn't it? More than once too I'm guessing? sniggers
good stuff.

Date: 2010-06-09 04:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
All those stories Jack always tells...I figure more than a few involved recreational use if retcon.


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